You stumbled.. fell and skinned your knee. Your mother made it better with a kiss, This is how it is supposed to be.

Then whe you were older... You lived and walked your dreams.. But this time when you stumbled.. It caused your soul to bleed..

Again your mother fixed it, The only way she knew how.. She convinced you that Dreams your fantasy, were not reality.... no way... no how....

That was then.. this is now.. The next time that you may stumble.. I promise you wont fall... I will be there to catch you..

There will be no pain at all.